"Harry, my dream is a code waiting to be broken. Break the code, solve the crime." -twin peaks 

Funny, this day was a pleasure. I loved every second. But really... There is no place like home. "From Carolina". I talk to friends more often now. More often than ever before... People actually 'think' about me? 

I think about others constantly... So many different people. But still I feel like I'm missing something. But what? I'm missing people. Not a place. All new land... So many people, but who are they to me? I came here to be something that I dreamed about. Now I am her... 

The arrows fly in all directions. I feel like I'm doing the right thing. Please let the pain subside around me.. Let me let go of the fear and relax. I am victim this time.. Vulnerable, but that is what makes me relatable. I hope. 

We thought about luna reflection... Thoughts to ourselves. I found my peace again. Realigned to the fashion of my veins ... The being that I am.

To touch each person like you care. That is the secret. It takes a certain energy to allow that touch. You can't teach it, it is  learned over time by oneself. You will not understand it unless you have it. If you have it you get scared and give it to no one. If no one gets it... There will be no more. 

Glamour is a way of life.

 E. Arnot Robertson wrote in Picture Post, "I think Bette Davis would probably have been burned as a witch if she had lived two or three hundred years ago. She gives the curious feeling of being charged with power which can find no ordinary outlet."

Recurring signs and symbols that feel right. I have a calm that exists again. The breezy sensation that gives you relief. Three mile walk cleared my head & a bit of tension. This is a unique city, a beautiful place. You just have to know where to be. 

The wine date went well. Too good to be true? Time will answer that. Good things for me to come... And then I leave them. Repeatedly. This seems ideal for me. They all sit around and laugh with me.. Enticing. I like the attention, I will finally admit it. But it makes me shy. I look down and away because I know it is not mine to give... It was given to me and can so quickly be taken away.

The plan? White flags this time... Im letting the signs direct me for awhile. "What do you like to do?" ... Music. That is what I do. I dream, create and listen to music. I am a whimsical fairy in a strange land now. 

He said I had Bette Davis eyes... She had an unforgettable look. Droopy eyes that were her focal point. She wasn't really at all attractive, yet she caught every bit of your attention. That goes for many historically renowned women... The looks are not what get them through, it's the eyes. The character. The thorns that prick you and keep you smelling the 'roses'. 

Toning it down a bit now. The mystery will keep them intrigued... Keep me on my toes to be quiet. 

Found a mail box by a castle on first st. One block from the ocean and I'm staring at a gated medieval castle... Mailed him a letter. It's only fair. I took the time to make that for him. He has to know that I think about him. It is a reality. But I'm taking my time, trying to contain my excitement. Like a creature trapped in a jar... Seeing the outside offers so many choices. Choose wisely. Choose some one that cares to release you into the wild.

"Knights Of Cydonia"

                               ---Muse

Come ride with me

Through the veins of history

I'll show you how god

Falls asleep on the job

And how can we win

When fools can be kings

Don't waste your time

Or time will waste you

No one's gonna take me alive

The time has come to make things right

You and I must fight for our rights

You and I must fight to survive